Just picture a land
between mom and dad
It's Sunday, the table is set
There's uncles, there's aunts
and cousins galore
But plenty of food to be yet
The blessing is said,
they reach for the bread
It's a feast a king would afford
There's clatter, there's chatter,
but something's the matter,
there's someone who's being ignored.
Hey, would you please
pass the biscuits?
Would you pass the biscuits, please?
It's the same thing every Sunday
since I can't remember
when.
I've got a plate of chicken
and taters
and a lot of stuff like that.
All I need now is a biscuit,
but foot, look where they're at.
Could reach across the table,
but that's ill -mannered of them all, I said.
Sure wish I had a biscuit,
cause I can't eat without bread.
Hey, would you please
pass the biscuits?
Hey, would you pass the biscuits, please?
All I want's a biscuit,
but nobody seems to care.
If they wouldn't talk so doggone loud,
they might be able to hear.
My dog has her hat finished eatin'
and I ain't even begun.
Look at them biscuits disappear.
Ain't lucky if I get a woman.
It's the same thing
every Sunday.
All I've got company to be fed.
They talk like there's wound up .
Sure wish I had a piece of bread.
Hey, would you please
pass the biscuits?
Hey, would you pass the biscuits,
please?
It looks like somebody had noticed
that I ain't started eatin' yet.
I sure would be glad
when they get their fill
and go to the parlor and sell.
Then I won't have to wash my manners,
or just reach me a biscuit myself.
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle,
they hate a biscuit a lot.
The only day of the week
that we all get turned to failure,
they lit up all the biscuits,
and out there's can't
eat without bread.